My daughter, my little child Who, but yesterdayWas, in my count of the years But a child at play;My daughter, my little child Now wanders apartObsessed with some secret thought-- Some sorrow of heart.
My daughter, my little child-- I drew to my side--But never a word she said In her maiden pride--My daughter, my little child-- I learnt of her griefShe shivered and shook in my arms Like a wind-tossed leaf.
My daughter, my little child Her love would not say,But sobbed of Life's loneliness And its thorny way.My daughter, my little child With the blue aboveSaw only the grey of things-- Oh, bitter was love!
